Forewarning for this chapter: Again, remember Lucien is into BDSM. If arrogant male Doms piss off your self righteous feminine sensibilities, then this is not the story for you. Lucien never had a normal life. He was abused, he is flawed, he is Dominant (most times) and he's confused. He wants to do what's right, but he needs to learn what that is. He tries.
For those of you crushing on Seth (lol) you get a little taste of him and Ama here. Not sure at what point I'll be overlapping his story with this one, but that point is getting close. I always overlap my stories.
Anyhow, please don't forget to vote, but most of all, please don't forget to comment. I usually check comments before I check scores and barely any comments depresses me, which in turn makes me wonder why I bother to post.
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Lucien tore off his shirt and intercepted Boy in the corridor. She released Girl to stand on her own and Lucien made quick work on pulling his shirt over her head. Her arms were next. He slipped them through the sleeves. His snug t-shirt looked baggy on Girl Rayne and fell almost to her knees.
Frowning he smoothed a few stray strands of dark hair from her face. Her eyes remained riveted to the center of his chest. Girl Rayne looked dazed and he took advantage to swing her up into his arms. Boy's eyes went round and his sweet Merulian looked like she was about to protest, but Lucien turned away.
"Come-on, baby," he said over his shoulder to her as he kept walking.
Girl's eyes finally rose to his.
"Who are you?"
His heart clenched. Her eyes swam with tears as she stared deeply into his.
"I'm Lucien, the man you just slapped moments ago," he answered flatly.
Her eyes roved his face, his hair. He could feel her fingers press against the muscles on his shoulders, feeling him. Bright blue eyes slid to his chest. Her cheeks pinkened as she licked her lips. He wondered if his cambion traits still affected her despite the terrible changes she'd gone through.
Why had she struck him?
He didn't need to wait long for the answer.
"Why did you erase my memories of you?"
There it was. Lucien tightened his lips into a hard line. Instead of answering her, he said, "I don't know how you got here, but you're going back."
She thrashed in his hold, taking him by surprise. In an instant, she was on her feet. They were at the foot of the stairs leading back up to the surface. The others formed a wall around them, for which Lucien was thankful lest the hysterical female try to run from them. He glared at her. She glared back.
"I'm not going back," she snapped.
Lucien let his eyes go cold as they traveled down, and then up her mere five-foot-three inches. She barely came up to his breastbone.
"No one invited you on this mission," he answered.
Her brief look of hurt sliced at him, but then she tipped her cute little nose up defiantly and added, "I volunteer."
Lucien looked at Seth, but the bastard only lifted his hands and blurted, "I'm not getting involved in this."
"Jackass," Lucien mumbled before staring down at Girl Rayne.
She scowled at him, clenching tiny fists at her sides. "You didn't answer me. Why did you erase my memories of you?"
Fuck. She was so cute.
Again, he evaded her questioning. "You're not trained for combat."
She came at him then, murder in her eyes. He knew she wasn't really going to hurt him, but she needed to learn how far out of her league she was, cybernetics and all.
He unleashed his power, not allot, but enough to engulf her tiny feminine body.
Girl Rayne fell to her knees before him, eyes wide in shock. He shoved her arms behind her back and power bound them there. He forced her to lean forward and rub her face all over his groin...all over the thickened length of his cock straining beneath the zipper to his black cargo pants.
Boy growled and reached out to grab her, but Lucien tangled her in his seductive web too. Now he had them both on their knees before him. The sight of them there was heady and he threaded his fingers in their hair as he moved his hips forward, trembling when Boy stuck his tongue out to lick the length of him.
"Lucien," Devon snapped.
Boy and Girl fell back when he released them. Everyone stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had.
Wide-eyed, he stared at Boy and girl at his feet. Boy eyed him warily as she helped Girl stand.
He hadn't meant to hurt them. What had he been thinking? Why had he forced them to kneel before him? It was unforgivable. Wasn't having two fucking divine swords supposed to curb his tendency toward evil?
Without waiting any longer, Lucien whirled around and stalked up the steps.
He needed to get far away for a while and get his head together.
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Rayne followed Boy up the spiral metal stairway to the second floor of the building where they were to live until the mission was over. She could hear a loud clanging, metal upon metal, and the scent of heated titanium tickled her nose.
As they strode down the open corridor a group of dwarves approached.
The tallest of them stopped before Devon, who was just in front of Boy.
"Where's the blond male?" The Dwarf growled.
Remien snorted, "which one? There are five in our group."
The dwarf scowled and put his fingers to the corner of his eyes to stretch them out to the sides. "The one with the eyes like this."
Devon nodded with a grin. "That would be my brother. What do you want with him?"
The dwarf's eyes narrowed suspiciously, as he scratched his scraggly beard and looked at Devon. "Tell him next time not to lure one of those things down here. He gets one more door damaged, it's going to stay that way."
Rayne looked at Boy questioningly. His face turned red, but he looked away instead of explaining what the Dwarf meant by what he'd said.
The others headed off to their respective living quarters, but Devon, Remi and Rowie walked Boy and her to theirs.
Devon placed his palm on the small square glass by the shiny metal doors and the locks disengaged.
Boy pushed open the doors with a shy smile directed at her as he led the way inside.
She followed him, but then almost ran into his back when he skidded to a halt just after clearing a wall a few paces in.
Rayne peered around his shoulder and her eyes widened.
The tiny dwelling smelled citrusy and every surface gleamed.
"Hey, there's a traffic jam back here, guys," Remi called out behind them.
Boy startled, and walked further into the apartment.
It was very small, but already Rayne loved it. To her left was an L-shaped counter with storage cabinets underneath and shelves over it. The shelves were stocked with plates, cups and glasses, as well as cooking utensils and pots. The floor beneath her feet gleamed even though she could see it was cracked here and there. To her right, just behind the wall in front of the door, was a sectioned off tiled area. A cream-colored curtain hung off a wire that ran across the front of this tiny section, but it was open enough for her to see faucets low to the floor. A gleaming silver round washtub hung off a peg high on the wall and underneath it was a shelf unit made of metal, matching the wash tub, packed with towels, soaps and bottles of various bright colors.
Her eyes drifted further into the room. Boy was sliding open an enormous round window that led out to a balcony, but her gaze was arrested by a large bed to the right of the room, almost underneath the round window.
White bedding decorated the comfortable bed, as well as brightly colored throw pillows. Chains held the bed suspended from the wall. She suspected that the bed could be folded up and taken out of the way if they wanted.
Boy leaped onto the low shelf that ran behind the bed and under the window, and stepped out. She followed him.
Outside, the cool morning breeze ruffled her short hair as she took in a lungful of fresh air. Silver railing followed the edge of the balcony and to either side of them jutted two walls giving their little balcony privacy. A couple of low chairs and a tiny table was in front of the window. In the left corner of the balcony hung a cascade of rope holding glass jars with strange white stones inside and little green plants. Another large plant sat in the right corner where she saw Boy turn the corner. Curious, she also went around the bend in the balcony and stopped, eyes wide.
There was a wooden platform with another bed and a riot of plants on the wall just behind it. It looked beautiful and inviting. The entire dwelling looked cozy.
Boy turned to her and grinned. "Home, Rayne."
Rayne smiled back, until she remembered Lucien wasn't with them.
Devon stepped up next to her. "Remi has some stuff for you. Come back in so we can show you."
Both Boy and her followed him back inside. There was an enormous box they hadn't seen before wide open in the eating area. Remi and Rowie were taking stuff out and placing them within the cabinets under the counter.
Rayne watched Remi open a long door that ran alongside a storage area and felt a blast of cold air hit her bare legs.
She crossed her arms over her breasts, remembering she was naked under Lucien's shirt. Everyone around her was fully dressed.
"I have food for you guys. This should last about a week or so. Luke can let me know when you guys need more," Remi was saying.
Rowie turned and grinned at Rayne's stunned expression. "We packed food from Alpha 7 and then shrank it so we'd be able to pass it through galactic customs unnoticed.
Rayne swallowed with a nod before she said, "Where is Lucien?"
Everyone looked at Devon just as Angel walked in.
"He should be here soon. I doubt he'll be gone long," he answered turning to look at his mate, adoration clearly in his gaze.
"Remi," Angel said, "your pets have arrived."
"What?" he frowned. "I told those idiots to deliver those Moordian Devils at the headquarters."
He stormed out, cursing under his breath angrily.
Devon grinned and followed him out.
Angel approached Rayne and handed her a bundle of clothing. "Here, you can borrow these until Lucien gets you new stuff."
"Thank you," Rayne replied shyly.
"Well, I better go check on Rem," Rowie sighed with a grin. "That boy has no brain to mouth filter. You guys need anything else?"
Rayne looked at Boy. He was a little behind her, looking at all of them warily.
He shook his head with a gulp. He was afraid of females. Rayne could see it in his eyes and stance, leaning against the frame of the window with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The breeze blew strands of his glossy white hair around his neck, but his eyes were riveted on all of them.
"Okay," Angel sighed. She must've noticed his tension because she backed away with Rowie. "I guess we'll be leaving then. Remember to engage the locks after we leave. There are allot of weirdoes in this part of the city."
They walked out into the bright sunshine and Boy moved to gently close the double metal doors behind them. After palming the inner lock screen, Rayne heard the locks engaged again and watched him turn slowly.
He watched her silently.
Rayne blinked. "Why did he erase my memories, Boy?"
